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Leather jacket, relaxingThe movie scenes I'm actingThese rappers practiceI'm at the plate, enough to bat bitchFully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck an adlibIn the club celebrating 'cause I'm self promotedIs it a fire? Cause the crowd smoking!Big Will, she off a pill... rollin'You know a country nigga hungryWaffle house? Open!But they too broke to pay their billsSo they're freeloadingBut it's cool, sit downYou know that nigga rich?Girl his name... Chris BrownHis chain's so ugly that it makes a bitch frownI'm serving all these niggasBut who ordered hash browns?Nigga, I be like... yeah I got the checkAnd I just paid your bills, so... yesI want some sexHah! But first, can I kiss your neck?And I'mma work you outSo you ain't gotta stretchHold up! Let me slow upImpregnate your beat, I make that bitch blow upI eat all I can eatUntil a nigga throw upI tell that DJ "ay! Pull up, pull up"Man, I'm so sick of these lame motherfuckasA nigga's still shitting on the game, motherfuckaOld niggas as the world change, muthafuckasY'all niggas still being the same muthafucka?Who else, dawg?Look, let me go in, then I count more endsMy tints 11, and your friends in my BenzThe engine on that Viper 220And it's green in the trunk, but that's new moneyWatch... Frank Mueller, my RugerCut that shit - fire. I just shot my jeweler!Another hundred racks just to make my chain a coolerOff that Four Loco, out of my medullaWow! I be seeing dead peopleDead prezzies my bestiesNigga, we are not equalHow you get the big pictureLooking from a peephole?My real niggas in the back, but"He ain't talking to me tho!"I know you mad 'cause I afford itTMZ, I'm wiping my ass, so stop recordingSupposedly a singer, can't do hip-hopBut I just killed this shit, so let theShit rock